The Brighton Park went completely silent.
Not the excited silence from the fight but something different.
Everyone in that space looking between me and Marlon and the knife in my hand and trying to work out what had just happened.
Rico had pushed himself up onto his elbows from the ground and was staring at my right hand. At the knife. His expression had gone somewhere past confusion into something that was almost blank.
Molly hadn't moved. Her jaw had dropped into shock.
Summer's mouth was open slightly. She looked from the knife to me to Marlon and back again, working through it.
Maribel, on the other hand, didn't look all that surprised. She had her arms folded loosely across her chest with this unreadable expression, steady as a wall. Cindy was the same. They both saw what I was from close up.
And Daisy had her hand pressed flat against her chest letting out this long, slow exhale of pure relief.
The moment stretched out.
